Long Stillness Poems
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Dawn, the sky is lit up by the unseen sun
clouds from the ocean were coming in they looked rain heavy
not a sound broke the stillness.
This, the last day of the year and he was still here on the terrace
able to see the birth of a new day and he was privileged
the world had given him a gift.
The night had been restless and fearful, the thought of his death
had disturbed him, no point resisting the oncoming it was futile
he had said to himself and the dark night.
He felt a chill the rain was coming in faster than he had thought
He got inside, made a coffee and warmed food from yesterday
Feeling good he had always been frugal it was his way
The snow lay on the land ln soft folds
some deep, others were a sprinkling.
Sound was hushed by its blanket
Leaving a quiet stillness in its wake'
Layers of pristine snow muffled foot steps
all the creatures were drawn with curiosity
To a clearing deep in the very dense forest
where a wonderous sight was to be seen.
For there lying in a cradle was a babe
one by one the creatures knelt down
worshiping the babe and the promise
that its birth brought of a new road.
A new form of peace embraced all
each and every form of life came
together in new understanding
and the heaven's lit up in splendour.
Once again we are reminded
of the Lord's "peace be with you"
It comes like a slip in the day~
a blue stillness,
a pause I didn’t ask for
but must walk through.
The operating room is bright,
too bright,
as if the world has been pared
to its cleanest edge.
A feather rests on the tray~
not real, but the thought of one:
light,
soft,
bound to air
the way I am bound
to this hour.
Memory stirs~
the half-dream drift
of all I’ve lived through,
all I’ve held,
all I’ve let fall.
Peace is not loud here.
It is a small pulse
in my wrist,
a breath that says
I am still
in the world,
even now,
even in this
unexpected place.
And when I wake,
the light has changed.
The day has moved on.
But something in me
has learned
the quiet art
of returning.
We may liken head as Hiranyagarbha
Containing manifested universe within
The dimensionless Anahata an enigma
Residence of Atma in stillness sanguine
Upon cosmic egg splitting arises duality
Male & female energies fuse in the heart
Giving rise to bliss of explosive intensity
Moment to moment ignition does restart
Gurus divine blessing as rod of initiation
Enlivening within form enabled lifetrons
Thus arises from root to crown bliss elation
The pulse of bliss at each moment reborn
There is no finality upon this pathless path
The divine love imbibed in hues beauteous
Each moment in the pulse a holy sabbath
Resonating with the divine play continuous
Our affirmation no validation of this secret
Each in aloneness receives as of their merit
31-July-2020
It was midnight,
solemn residue in the moonlight
inched along the staircase shadows began to sway,
a flickering of candlelight
resting in sensual delights
my eyes pondered the unseen vision at play.
An image unimaginable, my scenario scenes
innate desires that rose somewhere from deep within
this wanton daydreamer dreams
the lustful love caress waiting to begin.
Without a gown, un-coiffed locks,
a humming raptured purr un- dressed
a vision memorialized in the silent stillness of the night
slow and methodical,
content with her tease egress
descending toward my body in unspeakable delight.
Hovering and suddenly exposed by the gloaming
my foot halted held in gravity's laws
emulsifying the first step as I paused
a mere image of the night stalker's roaming
the silkened cat's meow revealed her claws.
for John Lawless
Nude- descending a staircase
Written: July 26, 2026 for a contest sponsored by Kerry Bernatchez
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Tremulous in twilight,
a stark white rose casts its gentle shadow—
stone silence clasped in green sheaths,
ochre strokes encasing the sturdy stem.
Faint scent of rain still cleaving to its rims.
It quaffs the dusk,
a sashay of petals—
sedate yet salient,
a stitched seam of sorrow and solace.
A dream of a ruby lotus floating in the air,
yet anchored in its stony stillness.
The stalk cold, slick with evening dew.
The intricate lattice of its form,
Tuscan citrine veins shine below pale skin,
whispers in the gale breeze,
as sequins of dew drip in dawn crown.
A single thorn pricks the curious hand.
Worn whispers weave—
this bloom tempers its sorrow,
an understated harbinger,
a cold stream of light,
a haunting melody in delicate dawn.
Its shadow sprawls long across the stone.
It velvet-crowns without voice,
silent edicts without sound.
Its soil below—a crawling mound,
each drifter pricked by its unique touch,
each spirit wrapped in its holy sheen,
their breath frozen at the sight of its iron flower.
And still—in magenta dusk,
as twilight trembles again,
ochre horizons drape bloom in close patina.
Valves sway in an amber light—
shivering,
sloping,
glowing,
in shadowed creases of wanton time.
The lone white head holds its timeless place:
its fragrance floats, faint but firm in falling air—
a sacred ring of rest,
a solemn vow of hope,
a single rose gleaming in gloom.
Thought cessation, welcome interruption
The zone of polarity rotation
Quietude the door, allowing Gods grace
On stretching stillness, at an easy pace
Long thought hiatus, our meditation
We are empowered for co-creation
Our intent colours manifestation
Path simple, so let us cut to the chase
Thought cessation
Lower mind resting, births revelation
Within sphere of our active cognition
We feel divine love within, face to face
Bliss magnetism ignites, our inner space
Needless striving shifts to celebration
Thought cessation
27-January-2021
Hiatus poetry contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Ask for the truth to set things right,
Make moments stream a charming squeeze;
Prize acts sign proof in that sure light,
Live that fond dream in mystic breeze;
Enter with zest the way of choice.
Thought frames deep thrill where voice is clear,
Reach for the best in soul's grand poise;
Embrace goodwill that mellows cheer,
Abide in kind with profound joy;
Stillness fits well to create flow,
Use peace of mind to move wise ploy;
Reward now tells how grandeur shows,
Endow fine feel as light waves spark,
Sound love reveals your way and mark.
Leon Enriquez
20 January 2017
Singapore
The chartreuse green tassels quietly fall
Stately oaks release their blossoms to the cool damp earth
Dew glitters like diamonds 'pon the spring grass so tall
Stillness and quiet suddenly awakened by mirth
Serenaded by birds and bees whose love is birthed
Butterflies' cocoons await the right time
To kiss or taste a new blossom that shines
Then they'll split forth and out will climb
'Pon parsley, meadow rue, or Daisies dine
Spring's the time for butterflies, and flowers to align
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: A Spring Day In English Quintain
Written this 12th day of April 2014
They made a decorative well
in the campus
where books and laptops
were set aside
by the skinny staked
newly planted ancient oaks.
Students could sit there
to be good company
if they could find it.
The well is small, a bricked hole,
a shallow ocular sink
holding a green stillness,
yet direct sun made it live.
In the dazzle of the day
undergrads agree not to notice
a diminutive tide going in and out,
the hump-backed splashes of
surfacing Plesiosauri
magnified from lava and spawn,
until a passing cloud
clarifies these malformed gestations.
Girls in shorts check their bare legs
for teeth marks
as the noon day bell rings.
The wells inner-life
subsides as light dwindles,
damsel fly
and water striders
skim the small round waters,
while some feed upon
the drowned bones
of prehistoric ghosts.
A memo is eventually sent
to the groundskeeper
demanding he stop feeding
the reptiles.